It all goes by so fast. Even "the before it blooms" stage is like a blink, and then the blossom is gone…

The road to Hanksville is closed, on the Appalachian Gap side, for bridge repair…

I don't know what's wrong with the Kubota's 4WD but it couldn't get me to the upper garden, so I switched back to 2WD…

When the cat threw up on my pedal board case, I thought: I'm done with this…

I don't suppose it's revealing too much to say that when I got home, I found that someone had made this sign for me and stuck it prominently into the muddy lawn…

Why is it that most of the affordable used sinks are laying behind outbuildings, up towards St. Albans?

Without knowing, I passed the house, drove uphill on wicked washboard-corrugated dirt, wishing I'd switched to 4WD earlier…

The little dog stops in the rain…

We stare at the high rise outhouse, rain dripping off its metal roofing, standing in a quiet forest glade connected by fairy paths…

For those who’ve witnessed concrete being mixed and sent down the chute of a concrete truck, you’ll know the satisfaction of seeing it hit its mark, oozing over a grid of rebar as it fills the form…

I knocked on the first camper, unsure of myself and waited, looking at my boots…

The mountain watches over me hidden by clouds, or in cahoots with a sunset, reminding my downward dog to look up, not so many months before snow…

Using rocks, because soil collapses in on itself when it's this wet, they're building a foundation that won't slide down the hillside…

Deep in dark water, the fish replenish what's cold, touching with whiskered snouts & gills of silk, the bottom of the spring-fed pond…

It's pretty typical for me to say that I can do something in an afternoon, that ends up taking ... an extremely compressed afternoon…

The store at the lost four corners has a pump, diesel side to the left, and a regular one on the right, if your tank opens on the drivers side…

Earth mover, yurt maker, shaman, volunteer…

As I’ve said, water pours out of these hills, & you’re either aligned with it, or it’s going to ruin your plans…

The machine knocked it down faster than I could have, with my nail puller…

We stood, truck to truck, mine blue, his red, the conversation stuck somewhere between past and present, as he leaned on his and I on mine, scuffling gravel with workman's boots, in the Bristol Beverage Center parking lot, to make up for lost time…